Something's not the same. Something's not right.They will me out to the line of guys in the day room like all the others in wheelchairs. There's just ...hree or four there. I just sit there and stare into space.I try to think. It's hard. My cock's hard though. I play with it a little bit. I sit there most of the day and maybe just breakfast lunch and dinner. I just sit in the wheelchair till bedtime. I can finally get up and walk decently. I go back to my room and they lock me in for the night.I. With a false crying, she said me not to make it an issue with the management and that her husband is also out of town for 10 days.Then the evil in my mind started to work, Then I said her she deserves some punishment.She said she would abide me.Then built a lot of courage and winked at her sayingI want to see you, dear, the same way you say me.I was actually expecting a tight slap.She bent her head down.I would have a feeling if I crossed my limits. Then she looked at me and winked.Oh, my. She felt better than she had in quite a while. She joined a local gym that also had a weight loss program. She began working out several times a week there and after a while, also began running on other days. The pounds began to melt off and soon she was down to about half of her former self. When Rose started running, she eventually decided that she would train for the New York City Marathon and try to enter the one the following year so she had time to qualify. She had already run a number. .. that would be a shame… all the guys are so excited to see you!” She looked at me and I nodded and told her… “tell him what you told me… don’t be shy, baby… you need to feel comfortable about this.” She told him about her concerns for the number of guys and the plans for her… what they wanted to do with her or to her… she was concerned about getting in over her head and not being able to perform like they wanted… she started to cry a little and Robert took her hand. “Don’t worry, baby… I will.